Black Is The Colour (Traditional) Christy Moore

- Akustické

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Am F G Am
Black is the colour of my true love’s hair.
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Her lips are like some roses fair
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She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
F G Am
And I love the ground whereon she stands.
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day it soon would come
When she and I could be as one
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I ne’er can be
I write her a letter just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times
Black is the colour of my true love’s hair.
Her lips are like some roses fair
She had the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands.